[The previous chapter has 1k of new text added yesterday]

The night is dark and dark.

After Kiyohara Jun exchanged a glance with Nakahara Chuuya, who had smashed the glass with one punch, they both took a light leap forward at the same time and jumped down along the empty window left by the shattered glass.

Two black figures fell from the side of the port mafia building.

The night breeze gently caressed Kiyohara Jun's face, and his short white hair was blown a little messy. Feeling the feeling of falling, Kiyohara Jun's mood, which had become a little depressed because of the boring banquet, also relaxed.

[Is this a young man?]

[Do whatever you want, regardless of any responsibilities]

[The sight of Jun and Chuuya looking at each other and then both jumping down really touched me]

[There is a kind of reckless youth spirit. If I want to escape from the party, I will run away in front of everyone, regardless of who you are as a guest or who I am as the host of the party.]

[Young man, young man]

[This is really a young man’s spirit. He wants to run away in a loud and violent way.]

【Zhongchun friendship lasts forever】

【Young People's Friendship】

Landing easily on the open space under the building, Nakahara Chuuya's motorcycle had been parked here early in the morning, just waiting for the arrival of the two people who escaped from the banquet.

In addition to the motorcycle, there is also a man in a black coat waiting here with a gloomy face.

"I knew the dwarf had bad intentions." Seeing the two people coming over, the boy in the black coat, Dazai Osamu, pointed at the motorcycle and said with a gloomy face, "Three people and one motorcycle."

After hearing what Dazai Osamu said, Nakahara Chuuya was stunned for a moment, and then coughed lightly. No wonder he always felt like he had forgotten something when he rode his motorcycle to the building today. It turned out that he had forgotten this thing.

Nakahara Chuuya has gotten used to riding a motorcycle to and from get off work, and today he rode his beloved 18th birthday present from Silly Bird - a red motorcycle. Although he felt something strange on the way here, he didn't think much about it.

It was not until Dazai Osamu pointed it out with a dark face that Nakahara Chuuya realized that he had forgotten something.

"Nothing, cough." Nakahara Chuuya rarely showed a shy expression in front of Dazai Osamu. He coughed lightly and took out a sports car key. "I have another sports car parked here and forgot to drive it back."

"Don't you think you should compensate me, the forgotten person?" Dazai Osamu's eyes moved, and he said maliciously, "Why don't you let me drive the car? Jun-kun, do you think this is appropriate as compensation?"

Even Nakahara Chuuya, who knew nothing about Dazai's driving skills, was about to reject it, but because Dazai asked Kiyohara Jun, Kiyohara Jun, who knew nothing about Dazai's driving skills, answered it first.

"Hmm? Sure." Kiyohara Jun was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Dazai asked him. He just thought that Dazai didn't want to sit in the small back seat, so he agreed directly.

When Nakahara Chuuya heard that Kiyohara Jun actually agreed to Dazai Osamu's proposal, his face turned pale as he had no time to stop him.

Dazai Osamu's driving skills are even more terrifying than those of Stupid Bird.

Although Nakahara Chuuya had already backed out in his heart, and even wanted to drag Kiyohara Jun to ride a motorcycle together and let Dazai Osamu drive the sports car alone, but after Dazai Osamu said casually, "No way, no way, could it be that some dwarf not only forgot about me, but now he is not even willing to compensate me?", Nakahara Chuuya had no choice but to bite the bullet and get on the car.

The night wind blew in through the windows of the sports car. Qingyuan Jun had an expressionless face and his right hand was tightly grasping the handle of the car.

At this moment, Jun Kiyohara's face was expressionless, not because of his facial paralysis, but because he really lost the ability to control his expression and could only pretend to be expressionless.

“Hahahahahaha.”

In his ears was Dazai Osamu's arrogant laughter that sounded as if he had eaten poisonous mushrooms. Kiyohara Jun's eyes gradually became empty. At this moment, he only wanted to reach his destination quickly and escape this fatal punishment.

If a fool drives the car, it's considered drag racing, but if Dazai drives the car, it can be considered as torturing the passengers.

Perhaps after returning, I can consider with Ozaki Koyo to add an item to the interrogation, which is to ride in the car driven by Dazai Osamu.

They finally arrived at their destination when Kiyohara Jun's eyes became increasingly empty, as if a soul was about to float out of his slightly opened mouth. Nakahara Chuuya in the back seat even used his gravity ability to float in the air, but his face still turned pale because of the speed of the car and the twisted route.

[Hahahaha, Dazai’s driving skills]

【Score twice】

[I discovered a blind spot. Dazai thought the back seat was too narrow, but Chuuya could float in the air.]

【Grass】

[Hahahaha, Chuuya is furious]

[Chuya: I will assassinate you tonight]

"Thump thump thump, we're here." Dazai Osamu smiled brightly, and the sports car braked rapidly. Kiyohara Jun almost hit the front glass head-on, and Nakahara Chuuya, who was floating in the air, hit the front seat directly head-on.

It is Yokohama Port.